You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?” How do you respond?
Dresyvar paused for a moment long enough to be considered awkward, studying the man. “You appear to be a figure of some prominence…” His expression shifts to a slight frown as he shakes his head. “I think not. A charlatan would dress quite the same and force a smile to prey on a stranger’s desire to feel included.” Saying little more, he would turn his attention back to his path and be on his way.
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